She decides - since she can order up a custom fork at all - that her fork might as well have a copy of all her memories since she found Soph. To understand, to know what she's doing in the world, to not instantly want to punch Juliet in the nose for mishandling Soph in some way. To know what day it is, if nothing else.
Wish.
And then there are two.
And the new one cocks her head, and says, "Don't worry, we can merge - well, I will, anyway, who knows if the crystal ball was lying - but first why don't we surprise Sherlock?"
And the not-new one smiles, and says, "Why not?"
And at precisely the same time, they teleport, wearing matching smiles.
"And you have to do that even at home, it's not some side effect of being in this dimension?"
"No, seriously, indulge me, if I fixed that and you weren't going to starve without brainsucking people and I extracted you from your human host and brought you home. Would you hurt anybody?"
"You're a hellgod named Glory who's been fucking around in ways of which I do not approve. I would like that to stop. I am investigating ways to stop it. If I can do it by giving you nice presents instead of killing you, that's grand, isn't it?" Her aura ripples a little at "killing you", then subsides. Her aura is more interested in advertising that she can kill people than that she can give them nice presents.
"Are you going to answer my question about what you'd do if I sent you home and you didn't have to brainsuck people?"
"Then I guess I can't send you home," sighs Bella. "I guess I'll have to set something up to box you in here, or maybe someplace else."
"At least Ben'll be happy when I've got you out of him," mutters Bella, thinking of wish designs.
Bella runs her confine-Glory-to-this-area-of-Mercury wish by Sherlock for double checking, by brainphone. [Look good?]
She implements that; it goes. She tries to wish Ben directly to where his car's parked on Earth - but apparently he's not budging that far to start with. She can send him away if she can just extract him -
Wish goes -
Whatever she's doing, it hurts. It hurts an evil's worth, in fact. He just barely has enough attention left over to make the coin. His body is outwardly unmarked, but it feels like whatever she just tore loose was something he should dearly miss.
Bella's at max brain clockspeed and kicking Glory in the sternum, away from Sherlock, before anything else happens. [Sherlock what happened -]
They're not going, not yet, but she can keep Glory's attention while she works on designs. [Sherlock. Sherlock.]